I read your Suit SaeranxMC ask where MC was almost kidnapped and Suit lost his shit and was wondering: we know Seven has enemies, hell his own father wants him dead
What would happen if MC was in a similar situation but Seven saved her at the last second?
Summary: Cold shoulder doesn't imply no rescue when it comes down to it.
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His sweat was running; his hands burned the metal he'd taken from the back of his car after arriving in more than a hurry. He'd told you to stay in the apartment for your own safety, considering there's not only the face of his brother being part of the opponent group who guided you to the RFA. Ever since leaving behind Vanderwood at his bunker, Saeyoung had been standing on hot coals with their wellbeing. So why couldn't you simply listen when telling you're in great danger? Even more so than before?
Was it curiosity, perhaps it's anticipation to cope with the fact of him snapping at you. And there you disobeyed either way; leaving the walls once he's out in order to gather needed equipment for his research. It's no surprise as he should've known you're owning a talent for causing problems by now. However, he'd not figured you're that tired of life by discharging his warnings. The moment he realized that the car in front of the apartment was not just familiar in brand, but also one he's well acquainted with ever since joining the agency unwillingly, the panic set in. With speed of light he chased down the stairs, knowing exactly what would happen if he's incapable of rescuing you.
These hackers knew even less fun than most of his place. It's his luck for having not only his gun, the taser was hanging at his left side of the belt. Like this he was confident of beating at least five people if managing the defense well. He pushed the doors open, only to be greeted by covered faces that all stared back at the nosie. The shot rang through his ears like a tinnitus; catching too much attention. One of the three guys still holding your unconscious body, ready to be thrown into the trunk. Saeyoung couldn't think; all he's able to see was red and feel the fire that's usually kept in place burn down his body. He lifted the gun, pointing it at the unknown man holding you up.
“You better buckle up and give her back if you wanna walk away alive from this godforsaken place!”
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You've woken up with a pounding headache. Growling low in the back of your throat as the light from above burned through your eyelids, forcing you to turn around to the side. Your body ached and it let you hiss out in pain. Not sure what's going on; you blinked reluctantly until you're making out the color of the walls belonging to the former RFA leader. Seems you're back at the apartment already. You pulled your legs higher while grabbing harder at the soft blankets.
You couldn't remember anything, the last thing flashing into your mind had been how you checked your pockets to ensure you've put your phone away. Ready to leave and get something to eat for Saeoyung and yourself after his hard work. Depsite him treating you coldly, you're not about to let him starve the whole day. Least of all when still feeling painful for his situation, you understood he's pained and needed time to recover and process everything that took place in such a short period of time.
“Ngh… Ugh.”
You sighed annoyed at the scratching pain inside your brain. Frowing your brows together, you turned to the other side and find the surroundings mostly empty. Regardless, Saeyoung stood with the back to you at the kitchen counter, his body crouched a little with his eyes focusing onto he sink. What's with that posture, you thought as suspicions began creeping up your spine. You licked your dry lips; eyes snapping open wide by the taste of blood. You immediately lifted your index finger to the skin, and indeed, your lip must've split.
“Saeyoung…?”
Scared of the thick and gloomy air, you called out for the redhead. His shoulders stiffened up and he grazed your eyes briefly over his shoulder before going back to whatever he's doing over at the other side of the room.
“Don't. Just be quiet.”
The bitter tone left guilt laying heavy in your stomach, twisting your guts until the bed's uncomfortable under your weight. You didn't know what to say since you're unaware what happened, did you fell down and ended up unconscious? Have you perhaps fainted from the lack of exercise? Almost impossible, you're in good shape lately, thus simply blacking out made no sense. You shook your head unaware.
“What happened…?”
He exhaled sharp through his nose; now it's confirmed to you. He was angry. Or maybe even more pissed, for that matter.
“I told you not to leave the damn apartment!”
He hissed back, pulling a white fabric higher and lowering it back down out of your sight. A silent gasp escaped you; it's a bandage.
“I… Did you got hurt?”
You asked worried for his condition. Saeyoung never made the impression of caring for his own health, now you were concerned something injured him instead. The hacker glossed over the question by using the silent treatment at you. Your fingers scratched at the mattress restlessly; what now? Should you keep prying or rather leave him be until he's talking voluntarily? No, you closed your eyes once your world started spinning. It's very likely he's not going to enlighten you by himself. Therefore you cleared your dry throat.
“Have I done something, Saeyoung? It's scary not knowing what happened… Can you please tell me?”
It sounded like pleading in your own ears, not that you would bring the effort to care. The redhead then finally turned back around, his arms covered by the thick jacket again. Letting you continue speculate if he got hurt or not. He carried a glass of water and a plate with selfmade sandwich over, much to your surprise.
“You don't remember?”
He asked while placing food and water down at the nightstand. Seeing you shake your head helplessly.
“Good. Then you don't need to know.”
Not even remotely the answer you've been praying for. You sat up slowly because your body didn't allow you going any faster, unless you would've wanted stringing pain to cruise through your veins.
“Saeyoung… What are you talking about?”
“I told you I have enemies and you're absolutely not safe with me.”
He lectured you for the countless time; amber eyes grounded and hard when looking at you.
“Let this be a lesson, for fuck's sake… You're so damn lucky I noticed early enough.”
Your frown grew deeper as you're not sure what he's referring to. With the back to the wall, you placed both hands next to your mushy body. His expression stayed emotionless; lips pressed into a thin line and only his forehead wrinkled lightly to show his frustration. You titled your head.
“I don't know what happened but… I'm sorry.”
You then turned away your head, facing the floor.
“I didn't mean to cause problems again. But I hope you know that's not your fault.”
For a moment silence filled the air until the hot water rose into the corners of your irritated eyes.
“I like you and I don't want to be a burden. But I also don't wanna leave you.”
The shift of the mattress caught you off guard, jerking up your arm in reflex. He sat at edge while rubbing his face with both hands. The lump blocking the access to the already uneasy air didn't help staying calm.
“You still don't get it. What am I supposed to do.”
The regretful tone of his normally powerful voice caused the tears to run down your cheeks. First hesitant, your hand reached out and came to lay at his shoulder. Thankfully he didn't slap it away or anything, on the contrary. When paying close attention you noticed he unconsciously leaned into your touch.
“Please just… let me be with you. I'm not scared of anything that could happen. I know you protect me, Saeyoung.”
You tried again to convince him about your loyalty. It's the truth anyway, you did want to stay by his side no matter what pain or truth would occur; nothing could change your mind about being close to him. You simply desired for him to finally accept the stubborn albeit determined decision you'd made a while ago. You squeezed his shoulder gently and he stood up shortly afterwards.
“Eat and drink something, please.”
He pointed to the food.
“What about you?”
“I took care already. Start worrying about yourself first…!”
You hummed softly, watching him pull his jacket tighter as he's seeking your eyes again. And this time you saw the entire worry glittering over them.
“If you still think this way after everything is over… Maybe I'm willing to share what happened. For now you need to recover so stop asking questions and rest.”
With that he went back to the space on the floor he'd taken the first day he arrived in order to finish the remanding parts of the job. You pulled the blankets once more; gazing at the many wrinkles it brought. There's not much else to do for now, best would be listening to his words and eat. Although feel stomach's still a little heavy, you did felt hungry.
“Okay. Thank you Saeyoung.”
Your words made him look up when placing the big headphones over his head. His features softened due to your kindhearted gratitude, you both knew.
“Yeah… Whatever. Just don't leave this place without me again.”
Summary: What's the best way to celebrate Halloween if not having a movie night in fitting costumes.
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“TRICK OR TREAT!” The redhead jumped in front of the blond college student who just entered the hall. It milked a high-pitched screeching out of the poor boy. “AH– SAEOYUNG!”
The costume of the reaper had been the best idea for Saeyoung considering the mask did the job of actually giving him a scary aspect when being nothing but a bundle of good vibes in general. Yoosung pressed his hand against his heart; feeling the pluse underneath the wolf costume beat twice as fast.
He threw a death glare to his friend after entering the house. “Jeez, you're so damn evil!” But Saeoyung only shurgged his shoulders. “Oh what, don't be so whiny! It's Halloweeeen~”
He drew out the world in a low tone on purpose, having Yoosung frown uncertain. But as soon as he entered the living room, all the previous thoughts about getting back at Saeoyung disappeared. His lilac colored eyes widened when meeting the wide smile of Zen who wore the vampire costume this year.
“There you are, you took long.” The actor rubbed his hands clean from the preparation, getting sorry eyes in return. “My bad guys, too much traffic for the bus.” Yoosung mumbled.
Jumin sat on the couch with Saeran and Jaehee; seemingly playing a boardgame together. The CEO put his little red figure one filed back what had Saeran sigh out in defeat. “But now you're here, which means we're complete.”
Jaehee pulled her witch hat right; giving her boss dressed up as a Frankenstein movie figure narrowed eyes. “So we will all do this together?” She wondered out loud as if she's still debating about it being a good idea or not.
Saeyoung left her with a loud pat to the shoulder, meeting her angered expression with a wide smile. “Hell yeah!” He laughed. “This will be an awesome Halloween!”
“What about the sweets?” Saeran pointed to the kitchen behind his older brother, the devil ears slightly slipping here and there whenever he moved his head into a specific angle.
Saeoyung followed his fingertip, having the redhead gasp out. “Oh shit you're right.” Zen lifted both hands by reflex as the energetic twin basically rushed past him. “Ay,” He yelled out in shock. “You almost made me spill the drinks!”
Paying them no mind, Yoosung sat down at the edge of the couch. “What are you guys playing?” He watched Jaehee throw the dice as the man with dark black hair looked over. “I am not certain but it's supposed to be a popular game.”
Yoosung nodded to Jumin's words. Not very surprised the CEO wasn't familiar with something as common as boardgames. “It's actually fun,” Saeran interrupted his thoughts, smiling slightly. “You can join us next round?” He offered.
Jaehee pushed her glasses back up by the words. “I assume it would be fun if you wouldn't win the entire time.” Although she's accusing him, there's hidden amusement to find in her voice.
Jumin took a slip of his wine while Saeran scratched his cheek in embarrassment. The noises coming from the kitchen urged closer due to Zen scolding Saeyoung for God knows what reasons again, it's never quite peaceful together.
Was this the definition of Trick or Treat in the RFA?
But the former hacker came out with a big bowl of sweets in one hand, and one with popcorn in the other. “You all ready for the movie night?”
He rocked back on his heels; urging the actor to facepalm himself. “Why again did we have to dress up when this is supposed to be a movie night, huh?” Saeoyung blinked innocent.
Yoosung held a groan back as the redhead bit the tip of his tongue. “For the flavor of Halloween!” He cheered and Jumin couldn't help grin by the annoyance crawling over Zen's face.
Jaehee took her own glas, already accepting her fate there and then. “Well, happy Halloween.” Saeran's the fastest to take his and toast her. “Sure, let's celebrate with some movies.”
Yoosung got handed his own glas by Zen, they both toasted as well. “I'm actually looking forward to see the kids reactions to our outfits!” He seemed happy and Zen joined in. “Bet they love to see us wearing them.”
Saeoyung placed the snacks onto the table, sitting next to Jaehee as he winked at the group “Let's make this the coolest Halloween we've ever celebrated together!”
Summary: Coming back from a new mission had the agent always exhausted to the bone.
Even more so after reading a certain folktale the day before.
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The Defender of Justice had no space in the schedule to create his own Folktale. Or even a Fairytale, for that matter. The agent 707 saw himself in the mirror as he wiped his bloody nose dry; coming back from another mission minutes ago after Vanderwood basically threw him out of the car.
The redhead sighed into the towel slowly soaking up with red color; one that he'd seen on his own hands too many times, so many he couldn't even begin to count. Was it the Folktale of the ugly duckling? He asked himself as he found his worn out amber eyes staring back in the reflection.
That little duck that's considered clusmy and labeled as an outcast in everyone's eyes. He read on it not too long ago; somehow it got stuck with him ever since. Even the title for that unfortunate little child is mistreating. Ugly duckling? Only because it's not looking like all the others?
Because it acted differently? Doing what it had to after running away from its own family, all just to get by in life. It's just a little child in the heart; why was it considered wrong when it wasn't responsible for anything that had happened to it? Saeyoung frowned absent-minded once he rubbed his hands dry next.
He didn't enjoy the Folktale per se. It was sad considering at the end it's suddenly the star of the show that everyone wants to be around. But would that truly become a sense of achievement if it's caused by surface observation? He thought, hearing how his inner voice slowly shifted into something more angry.
They didn't know its story; how it almost got killed and had to hide so much in order to survive. All it dreamed of was a place to belong; something that's called home for the little outsider. It's nothing but a lost, ignorant child in its heart. So why was it being treated so poorly by the living blooming so bright around it?
Didn't seem fair; didn't seem right to the S-ranked agent. 707 placed both hands onto the edge of the sink, trying to take a deep breath after realizing how the thoughts consumed his mind for no reason whatsoever. Yet there's fire underneath his scared layer of skin. A whisper of madness calling out how life's not fair for the kindest people.
Seeing his face in the mirror's the only trace he got of the one thing keeping him alive at this point. Was he okay? Cared for correctly? Got all the things he could ever dream of? The agent prayed night after night for it to be the case. But lately his faith weakened as the leader of the RFA avoided the group, including him, more than usually. It felt odd.
He shook his head, hair falling chaotically over his forehead when throwing the dirty towel behind him onto the pile of dirty laundry. The maid would take care of it tomorrow, he assumed. Too tired to do the task himself. His eyes wandered to the phone laying tidy on the table in the living room.
Should he check into the chatroom now? It's already late; most would be asleep by this time ticking on the clock. He walked over, hand hovering above the device when he suddenly stayed stuck in his motion. The ugly duckling didn't reach out to anyone either and made it through, didn't it?
Perhaps he should model after it more. For their safety and also his own; nobody would notice if he's not logging in for some longer time. 707 decided to leave the phone locked on the tabel as he went back into his bedroom. He needed sleep, his heavy bones demanded rest.
Tomorrow he would pick it up, he said to himself. But right now it didn't feel right talking with the bright side of life. He first should bury the new wave of shame deep down in his heart. Right?
